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Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats	A
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Dear uplands Chester's favorable fields	B
My large unjealous Loves many yet one	C
A grave good morrow to your Graces all	D
Fair tilth and fruitful seasons	E
Lo how still	F
The midmorn empties you of men save me	G
Speak to your lover meadows None can hear	H
I lie as lies yon placid Brandywine	I
Holding the hills and heavens in my heart	J
For contemplation	C
'Tis a perfect hour	K
From founts of dawn the fluent autumn day	L
Has rippled as a brook right pleasantly	G
Half way to noon but now with widening turn	M
Makes pause in lucent meditation locked	N
And rounds into a silver pool of morn	O
Bottom'd with clover fields My heart just hears	P
Eight lingering strokes of some far village bell	Q
That speak the hour so inward voiced meseems	P
Time's conscience has but whispered him eight hints	P
Of revolution Reigns that mild surcease	P
That stills the middle of each rural morn	O
When nimble noises that with sunrise ran	R
About the farms have sunk again to rest	S
When Tom no more across the horse lot calls	P
To sleepy Dick nor Dick husk voiced upbraids	P
The sway back'd roan for stamping on his foot	T
With sulphurous oath and kick in flank what time	U
The cart chain clinks across the slanting shaft	V
And kitchenward the rattling bucket plumps	P
Souse down the well where quivering ducks quack loud	W
And Susan Cook is singing	X
Up the sky	Y
The hesitating moon slow trembles on	Z
Faint as a new washed soul but lately up	A2
From out a buried body Far about	B2
A hundred slopes in hundred fantasies	P
Most ravishingly run so smooth of curve	C2
That I but seem to see the fluent plain	D2
Rise toward a rain of clover blooms as lakes	P
Pout gentle mounds of plashment up to meet	E2
Big shower drops Now the little winds as bees	P
Bowing the blooms come wandering where I lie	Y
Mixt soul and body with the clover tufts	P
Light on my spirit give from wing and thigh	Y
Rich pollens and divine sweet irritants	P
To every nerve and freshly make report	F2
Of inmost Nature's secret autumn thought	G2
Unto some soul of sense within my frame	H2
That owns each cognizance of the outlying five	I2
And sees hears tastes smells touches all in one	C
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Tell me dear Clover since my soul is thine	I
Since I am fain give study all the day	L
To make thy ways my ways thy service mine	I
To seek me out thy God my God to be	G
And die from out myself to live in thee	G
Now Cousin Clover tell me in mine ear	H
Go'st thou to market with thy pink and green	J2
Of what avail this color and this grace	P
Wert thou but squat of stem and brindle brown	K2
Still careless herds would feed A poet thou	L2
What worth what worth the whole of all thine art	J
Three Leaves instruct me I am sick of price	P
Framed in the arching of two clover stems	P
Where through I gaze from off my hill afar	M2
The spacious fields from me to Heaven take on	Z
Tremors of change and new significance	P
To th' eye as to the ear a simple tale	N2
Begins to hint a parable's sense beneath	O2
The prospect widens cuts all bounds of blue	P2
Where horizontal limits bend and spreads	P
Into a curious hill'd and curious valley'd Vast	Q2
Endless before behind around which seems	P
Th' incalculable Up and Down of Time	U
Made plain before mine eyes The clover stems	P
Still cover all the space but now they bear	R2
For clover blooms fair stately heads of men	S2
With poets' faces heartsome dear and pale	N2
Sweet visages of all the souls of time	U
Whose loving service to the world has been	T2
In the artist's way expressed and bodied Oh	U2
In arms' reach here be Dante Keats Chopin	R
Raphael Lucretius Omar Angelo	U2
Beethoven Chaucer Schubert Shakespeare Bach	V2
And Buddha sweetest masters Let me lay	L
These arms this once this humble once about	B2
Your reverend necks the most containing clasp	W2
For all in all this world e'er saw and there	R2
Yet further on bright throngs unnamable	L
Of workers worshipful nobilities	P
In the Court of Gentle Service silent men	S2
Dwellers in woods brooders on helpful art	J
And all the press of them the fair the large	X2
That wrought with beauty	G
Lo what bulk is here	H
Now comes the Course of things shaped like an Ox	P
Slow browsing o'er my hillside ponderously	L
The huge brawned tame and workful Course of things	P
That hath his grass if earth be round or flat	Y2
And hath his grass if empires plunge in pain	D2
Or faiths flash out This cool unasking Ox	P
Comes browsing o'er my hills and vales of Time	U
And thrusts me out his tongue and curls it sharp	Z2
And sicklewise about my poets' heads	P
And twists them in all Dante Keats Chopin	R
Raphael Lucretius Omar Angelo	L
Beethoven Chaucer Schubert Shakespeare Bach	V2
And Buddha in one sheaf and champs and chews	P
With slantly churning jaws and swallows down	K2
Then slowly plants a mighty forefoot out	B2
And makes advance to futureward one inch	A3
So they have played their part	J
And to this end	B3
This God This troublous breeding Earth This Sun	C
Of hot quick pains To this no end that ends	P
These Masters wrought and wept and sweated blood	C3
And burned and loved and ached with public shame	H2
And found no friends to breathe their loves to save	D3
Woods and wet pillows This was all This Ox	P
Nay quoth a sum of voices in mine ear	H
God's clover we and feed His Course of things	P
The pasture is God's pasture systems strange	E3
Of food and fiberment He hath whereby	Y
The general brawn is built for plans of His	P
To quality precise Kinsman learn this	P
The artist's market is the heart of man	R
The artist's price some little good of man	R
Tease not thy vision with vain search for ends	P
The End of Means is art that works by love	F3
The End of Ends in God's Beginning's lost	G3
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West Chester Pa Summer of	F3

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